I dug a simple shallow grave
filled with tangled words and sharp machetes
borrowed money
stolen dreams
ingenious plans
one night stands
fickle lovers
and assorted enemies.
I sailed upon the frozen sea
an iceberg almost the death of me
love just a swollen fantasy
retribution a delusion
incarceration someone’s infatuation.
One night I could not fall asleep
the moon had pounded down the door
I slowly crept along the floor
the words hemorrhaging like before,
evicted from their shallow grave.
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